Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong was completely relieved this time.

He returned to his room and sat cross-legged on the bed to think.

The moonlight poured in like water and sprinkled on him.

Dayun sent out a lot of strange people this time, who were able to crack the method of transplanting flowers and trees.

If Xu Qingluo pretended to be the King of Ming, I'm afraid... the result would be the same.

Now I don't want Xu Qingluo to reveal too much of her skills. The longer she hides, the better. It's best not to let anyone know forever.

One more trump card means one more ability to save your life.

But what is worth studying is that these strange people in Dayun can still retain such strength under the siege of the three yamen.

The strength of Dayun Wulin is obvious.

Through Ning Zhenzhen's future situation, we can analyze and study the respective sects of these assassins, as well as their martial arts.

See the whole leopard from one point.

This is the real power of the clairvoyance.

With one point as the center of the circle, countless tentacles are extended, so as to touch all aspects and see more future information.

Breaking the surface with a point, from that surface to this surface, all aspects constitute the whole world, which is not like living in a cave.

Every time he enters a realm, he has a profound experience: he is like being in a cave, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

What he sees is always one-sided and partial.

The light he sees is just the shadow of light, the refraction of light, or the aftertaste of light, not the real sun.

Everyone is prone to make a mistake: seeing the light, he thinks he has seen the sun; being in a cave formed by experience and observation, the cave becomes larger, and he thinks he has seen the real world.

Even if he has a clairvoyance, he can see the past, present and future at a glance, even if he can see thousands of mountains and rivers at a glance.

But what he sees is not the real world.

This feeling becomes stronger and stronger as he sees and thinks.

Just like this time.

The future of Tianhai Sword School is confusing, and even if he has great supernatural powers, he can be free and seemingly free.

But he is not free and cannot be detached from the world.

The emperor issued an edict, and the Great Snow Mountain Temple and the Holy Light Church all moved, and he had to dance with them, and he could only use his strength.

Unless he could let go of the Vajra Temple and cut off his feelings.

Otherwise, he would be in the world of mortals and could only go with the flow, unable to control himself.

But he smiled.

Why must he cut off his feelings? If he wanted to be immortal, it would be very boring to be alone. Rolling in the world of mortals and experiencing the world's vanity, wouldn't it be fun?

He fell asleep slowly in his thoughts.

The next morning, after he had enough sleep, he woke up naturally.

Listening to the chirping of birds in the back mountain, he slowly got up and stretched outside.

Chu Ling, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, was sitting at the table bored, supporting her chin with her left hand, staring at the pattern on the stone table.

Her eyelids were slightly lowered, and her eyelashes looked particularly slender.

She heard the noise and jumped up: "You finally woke up!"

Fakong yawned: "What's the matter?"

Xu Qingluo came in with a wooden basin, light and elegant, with a snow-white towel on her shoulders, and came close with a smile and put it on the stone pier.

Chu Ling said: "My father wants to build a royal temple, Yuanming Temple, and wants to invite you, the monk, to be the abbot."

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Ling's eyes widened: "You don't agree?"

"As the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, I am already too busy and have no time to take care of other things. Please ask the emperor to find someone else."

"...Fakong, think carefully, this temple is built for the royal grandmother and mother." Chu Ling stared at him for a few times, and said earnestly: "And the concubines in the palace, there is no trivial matter."

Xu Qingluo said in surprise: "Why did the emperor suddenly think of building a temple? Doesn't the royal family have Lingjue Temple?"

"That is a temple for the eunuchs to retire, and it cannot be considered a royal temple." Chu Ling said.

Xu Qingluo said, "Aren't the eunuchs practicing in the temple on behalf of the imperial concubines and the emperor?"

"It's different." Chu Ling said.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "I see, we need to build a place with higher standards where only the royal family can practice, right?"

"In fact, it's the imperial grandmother, the imperial concubines, and the queen mother who will go there." Chu Ling said.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong.

"Then it's better to let Miaoyin Shenni be the abbot." Fakong said.

Chu Ling said unhappily, "Okay, okay, forget it if you don't agree."

Fakong lowered his head to wash his face, took the towel handed by Xu Qingluo, and wiped it slowly: "Anything else?"

According to Chu Ling's temper, if she didn't agree, she should be so angry that she ran away.

And she stayed where she was, which meant she had something else to do.

Chu Ling said, "Father asked you to help my third brother."

"What about Prince Yi?" Fakong said, "But is there any news?"

"Father is worried about that." Chu Ling said, "The assassination of Ming Wang in Shenjing will probably not stop in Tianjing. Father is worried that the guards in my third brother's house can't stop it, and the guards in Dayong are unreliable."

"There are several worshippers there, so it should be fine."

"You still have to be careful." Chu Ling said, "Father gave you this seed, which is the seed of the Miaohua Bodhisattva tree."

She took out a small jade bottle from her arms, about the size of her little finger, with a warm luster flowing all over it.

Fakong looked at the small jade bottle thoughtfully.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong, "Master, what is this Miaohua Bodhi tree?"

Fakong said slowly, "It's a legendary thing, it's said to increase wisdom and help enlightenment."

"It seems to have such a wonderful effect." Chu Ling said: "But it's hard to say whether it's true or not. Anyway, I haven't seen this Miaohua Bodhi tree."

"What about this seed?" Xu Qingluo pointed to the jade bottle.

Chu Ling stuffed it to Fakong: "Look for yourself. I think even if it is really the seed of the Miaohua Bodhi tree, it's probably dead."

Fakong took it and stopped when his left hand was on the bottle stopper, and then retracted his hand.

"Master?"

Fakong said: "If you open it rashly, I'm afraid it won't work."

"According to my father, this is what he got by chance thirty years ago." Chu Ling said: "He can't tell whether it's dead or alive, because he can't open this bottle. It's a very strange bottle."

Fakong smiled and said: "Your Majesty is really lucky."

Chu Ling said: "Whether it's true or not, it's better to have it than not, right? If it really doesn't work, let my father change it for another treasure."

Fakong shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's just this one."

Xu Qingluo looked at it with curiosity.

Fakong handed it to her: "Don't open it."

Xu Qingluo took it and touched the small jade bottle. It felt delicate and it was not as jade as it looked.

My mind could not see through this small bottle.

If it was made of white jade, I could see through it.

"Okay, I'll give you the things. You should think about the position of abbot. It's a rare opportunity." Chu Ling said.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

"...Okay." Chu Ling waved her hand: "Don't regret it!"

She turned and went to the pagoda garden.

Xu Qingluo returned the jade bottle to Fakong, took away the basin, and brewed tea and brought it over.

"Master, do you really not want to be the abbot of Yuanming Temple?"

"Yes."

"Why do you refuse?" Xu Qingluo said puzzledly: "This is a rare opportunity."

As long as you become the abbot, you will establish a master-disciple relationship with the Queen Mother and the Queen, and you will be their master.

The status will naturally be lofty, which is not comparable to the current one.

Now there is only a name, but no division.

Fakong said, "Too many worldly affairs are troublesome after all. You should be the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple."

Xu Qingluo tilted her head to look at him, and finally shook her head.

It's definitely not that simple.

There must be a reason that she hasn't thought through. What is it?

She fell into deep thought.

Fakong put the jade bottle on the table, made seals with both hands, and cast the rejuvenation spell, hitting the jade bottle one by one.

Xu Qingluo stared at it for a while, and then said, "Master, since the emperor said so, it is obvious that he has received news that Prince Yi will be in danger."

"Yeah."

"The emperor is more informed."

"That's natural."

"That's Dayong, it's Tianjing." Xu Qingluo said, "Is there such a well-informed news?"

Fakong did not comment.

Xu Qingluo said, "I think the emperor's news may not come from Tianjing, but from Dayun."

Fakong smiled.

Xu Qingluo said, "Our emperor really can't be underestimated."

Fakong nodded slowly.

Xu Qingluo shook her head: "But since the emperor has such well-informed information, how could he let Tianhai Sword Sect become what it is now..."

She frowned and thought.

She felt a mist in front of her eyes, and after one layer was removed, there was another layer, layer after layer, endless.

Fakong released his hand seal and looked at the jade bottle.

His eyes suddenly became deep, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and his face was solemn.

Xu Qingluo woke up from her meditation and saw his expression, and whispered: "Master, you couldn't save it?"

"It looks like it's dead."

"Was it dead originally?" Xu Qingluo said: "Didn't I say it was thirty years ago, which means it's at least thirty years old, maybe more than a hundred years old, and it's dead and can't die anymore."

Fakong opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, I tried to pretend to be the situation of Prince Ming leaving the mansion last night, and found a lot of problems."

"Yeah." Fakong was absent-minded.

No matter what they did, they couldn't lead all the assassins away. There would be more savvy assassins, and they might even be divided into two groups to prevent such a situation from happening.

No matter whether it was the real Ming Wang or the fake Ming Wang, there would be two groups of people to assassinate him, so as to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

If it were me, I would also make such arrangements.

Seeing him like this, Xu Qingluo fell into deep thought again.

She was extremely sharp and insightful. After noticing that Fakong's expression was different, she immediately began to reflect on whether her thoughts were wrong and whether her thinking had gone astray.

After a moment, Xu Qingluo whispered: "Master, they are divided into two groups, right?"

Fakong glanced at her and nodded with satisfaction.

"This is troublesome." Xu Qingluo frowned and said, "Do we have to split into two groups to leave?"

"There will always be a group that will keep an eye on the palace."

"Then transfer Prince Ming away." Xu Qingluo said, "Let them keep an eye on him."

Fakong smiled and said, "That's an idea, but there's no need."

Now that we don't interfere, according to the original development, Prince Ming is safe and sound, and Ning Zhenzhen can protect him.

If we change it rashly, we have to confirm it again, which may not be as good as the current result, and we have to change it again and again, which is even more troublesome.

"I understand." Xu Qingluo immediately understood that everything was safe and sound, so we should follow the original plan.

Lin Feiyang disguised himself as Prince Ming and evacuated the palace.

He and his group served as guards.

Fakong stared at the jade bottle motionlessly, lost in thought, deducing possibilities one after another, his eyes gradually glowing with golden light.